Our wild Mississippi weather
Is much like a southern belle
Changing the look on her face
Depending on how she feels
Sunny one day and stormy the next
Oh, how she is fickle!
Some days she’s hot as hell
The next she brings with her ice cycles!
There may not be snowballs in Hell
But sweet Mississippi comes pretty damn close
Cause on any ol’ December day
She might make you a snow angel or get you the hose!
She’s as fickle as the day is long
We never know just what she may bring.
Whether rocky roads or Mississippi mud pies
Will she storm or will she sing?
Her beau, as tall as the Mississippi pines
Sways and bows saying, “Thank you, Mam”
He hears her winds blowin’ down in the valley
And says, “Frankly, My dear, I don’t give a damn!”
Then she fumes and fusses, batting her eyelids,
Stormily flirting till she gets her way.
Her dark hair falling on the sunset of scarlet cheeks,
She answers him, “After all, tomorrow is another day!”
- Mississippi Mists (gofishministries.wordpress.com)